Mr. Jennings stood there looking at me with a curious stare and then a smile came over his face. "Must be the beer talking." I said. Mr. Jennings live... across the street from me and I spent alot of time over there. I was like a son to them and they let me drink when I hit my teens. Jill Jennings was his wife and the one I said I wanted to have sex with. Bill Jennings was around 65 years old but Jill was just in her early 50's, blonde, nice large pointy tits, nice ass, cute face with brown eyes. “Anything!” I gasped. “Whatever you want!” “Good answer!” It was only a whisper, but it shook my whole body. My back arched when she finally touched my pussy again and started to rub slowly up and down. “Oh god yes,” I whimpered, but when she placed little, sharp bites all over my neck and shoulders, words became too difficult and I could only moan and gasp and whimper. She never sped up her stroking, and I was soon desperate to reach the inevitable climax. I tried to push my pussy against her. All the girls were there for me and the guys were ready to chew train track and spit razor blades. I really think they were more upset than I was. Truth be known, it was only two more guys than I did at a frat party in college I’m sad to say. Of course one guy did have Gonorrhea; so I got a shot of ceftriaxone and a Z-pac and the NO SEX for one week lecture.So do to the rescue a major cartel leader was no more. This was causing some major outbreaks between the other cartel leaders. They were. Rinsing the soap away, Laurastarts tasting Jacob's most private, clean-shaven, prized possession.She leans back on her haunches and clears away the bowls and towels withher left hand while holding Jacob in her right while absent-mindedlylicking his ever so soft growing penis. Reaching up to the table, shetakes a bowl off of it and dips her hand in it, taking what appears to bespices in olive oil. Her hand coats Jacob's penis much like Jacob hadcovered his feminized cousin in the fragrant oil.